116: Chapter 116 Mysterious Black Shadow

The meeting room had been in an uproar for over ten minutes.

Commander Chu Xiong had the loudest voice: "Are we just going to sit here and watch? I'll take the lead. Get me ten Martial Sages, strap them all with Psychic Power inhibitors, and we'll pile them on until we crush that old thing to death!"

The medical officer was sweating profusely and waved his hands repeatedly: "Commander Chu! That is absolutely out of the question. Under a psychic magnetic field of that intensity, the inhibitors will last five minutes at most!"

"Then what do you propose we do! Just sit here and watch as the front line gets occupied?"

Great Elder Lu Anguo leaned on his cane and tapped it against the floor: "Calm down!"

"What can you do in five minutes! You wouldn't even finish clearing the low-level Soul Demons on the perimeter! Going there is just throwing your life away!"

"Bang!"

Qin Zhan slammed his hand heavily onto the table, suppressing the arguing.

"That's enough! Stop arguing!" Qin Zhan looked around the room and tapped the table: "The situation is unclear, and we cannot throw lives away. We'll follow the old protocol: scout it out first."

He turned his head to look at Lei Qianjue and pointed to a metal box on the table.

"Old Lei, you make the trip."

"Put on the 'Soul-Stabilizing Armor' from headquarters, take two elite teams, and just scout the ten-kilometer perimeter of the Soul Demon Abyss."

His tone suddenly grew stern: "Remember, once you've determined the number of enemies on the perimeter and the energy fluctuations of that old monster inside, retreat. You are absolutely forbidden from going deeper."

Lei Qianjue didn't waste any words and flipped open the lid of the box.

Inside lay a grey vest covered in strange array patterns, capable of resisting psychic attacks within a certain range by consuming vital energy.

This was one of the few prized psychic defensive artifacts held by the Great Xia military, and every use reduced its lifespan.

"This job is truly not meant for humans, damn it."

As he put on the vest, Lei Qianjue muttered irritably, "If this old bag of bones ends up dying in there, Commander Chu, you'll have to wear mourning clothes for me."

Commander Chu Xiong grabbed the cigarette case on the table and threw it at him: "Cut the crap, get moving and get to work. Stay steady, and don't rush in."

Lei Qianjue tightened the last strap and was about to turn around to call his men.

"Beep! Beep! Beep..."

The alarm on the main console sounded.

The communications officer responsible for monitoring frontline data sprang up from his chair.

"Sir! The Soul Demon Abyss outpost radar has detected an ultra-high energy reaction!"

Qin Zhan strode to the screen in a few steps: "Has the old monster come out?"

"No!"

The communications officer frantically hammered on his keyboard, pulling up footage from the forward cameras and forcing it onto the main screen.

His voice trembled: "It's... someone has charged in!"

The entire room fell into a dead silence.

Commander Chu Xiong lunged to the big screen, eyes wide: "Who is crazy enough to do that!"

"They didn't even take any psychic defensive gear; aren't they just rushing to their own funeral? They'll suffer brain death on the spot!"

On the big screen, the black mist on the perimeter of the Soul Demon Abyss churned.

The surveillance cameras were affected by the magnetic field, and the footage was covered in static.

Just looking at this black mist through the screen would make an ordinary warrior feel a stinging pain in their mind.

In the center of the screen, a dark shadow charged straight into the depths of the black mist.

The speed was so fast that the surveillance camera couldn't capture the entity at all, only an elongated afterimage.

Hundreds of Soul Demons caught the scent of living blood and energy, instantly engulfing the shadow.

"It's over!"

"With that level of psychic impact, their brain would be shredded in a second."

An old general couldn't bear to watch and turned his head away.

The next second.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning exploded in the shadow's hand!

The lightning swept outward from the shadow, instantly clearing the black mist for dozens of meters around.

The long spear spun.

The patterns on the surface of the spear shaft shone brightly, sweeping out with the power of lightning and smashing into the swarm of Soul Demons.

Dozens of nearby Soul Demons didn't even have time to scream before they exploded into fragments on the spot.

Before the people in the meeting room could recover, an even more hair-raising scene appeared.

The dark shadow stepped on the remains of the Soul Demons, his speed not slowing down in the slightest as he continued to charge deeper.

Twelve flying knives floated in mid-air around him.

He raised a hand and pointed.

"Go."

Visible ripples spread through the air.

The twelve flying knives connected end-to-end, turning into a meat grinder that wove back and forth through the swarm of Soul Demons, cutting them down.

The speed was so fast, it was like twelve streaks of black lightning.

The Soul Demons' psychic piercing attacks didn't even cause a ripple when they hit him.

Instead, wherever the flying knives passed, the Soul Demons were sliced into nothingness by the sharp Psychic Power before they could even scream.

The perimeter defense of the Soul Demon Abyss, which had caused all the bigwigs at headquarters to treat it as a formidable enemy, was utterly vulnerable before this person.

"???"

"This... this is flying knives controlled by a Psychokineticist!"

Great Elder Lu Anguo stared at the screen, his eyes almost pressing against the glass.

"Psychic Power! This is Psychic Power! This person is a Psychokineticist!"

"Since when did our Great Xia have so many Psychokineticists?"

But the next second, the old man realized something instantly.

Could it be...

Lei Qianjue stared at the long spear wrapped in black lightning on the screen, then looked at the familiar flying knives.

The more he looked, the more familiar they seemed.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the spot where Li Zhengyang had been just a moment ago.

"Damn!"

Lei Qianjue ripped the defensive gear off his body and cursed loudly: "It's Li Zhengyang! When did that little brat sneak off!"

The meeting room was as silent as a stagnant pool; there wasn't a ripple of sound.

Only the whirring sound of the flying knives cutting through the air continued to emanate from the screen.

Commander Chu Xiong stood with his mouth agape, looking at the empty chair, then back at the figure on the big screen slaughtering his way through the swarm of Soul Demons.

"Old Qin... that kid charged in single-handedly, he's not going there to die, he is..."

Qin Zhan braced his hands on the table and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence after a long pause.

"That kid, he really went to restock."